A/N: Sorry it's been so long, guys! I know this one's ridiculous, but I'm just thinking that boredom left in the hands of creative individuals yields disturbing results. Now, I know they're a little OOC, but it just sounded like fun inside my own head! Enjoy!

The Trouble With Boredom

These meetings were extremely boring. The King droned on and on about the local farming situations, about raising or lowering taxation for certain districts and tradesmen, and with one good look around, one would see many of the nobles struggling to stay conscious. The knights were attentive, but they looked like they wanted to just get out of there. The Prince did his duty and followed the conversation, offering suggestions upon his father's prompting, and the serving staff quietly filled water cups as needed.

With her phone discreetly settled in her lap, the new Princess glanced down every now and again to reply to her fellow conspirator via text messaging. Across the room, Merlin struggled to keep his sniggers quiet, but he was finding it increasingly difficult. Arthur was giving his manservant a few displeased, questioning glances, otherwise oblivious to the duo's attempt to stave off boredom.

Kelly upped the ante. She made certain nobody was looking when she prepared an email. Kelly sent the message, a quiet smile on her face, pretending to nod at the King's next proposed settlement.

"Oh, shit!" The warlock nearly dropped the companion I-phone when the thing SHRIEKED in front of the entire council, the Knights, and the King. He stared at the device with a look of horror, wanting very badly to sink straight into the stone floor to avoid the Uther Pendragon's scathing glare. Setting it shakily onto the table in front of him, he bowed his head as graciously as he could, muttering an apology.

Kelly barely kept it together, soundlessly putting her phone away in the pocket of her skirt. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she lifted an eyebrow to challenge the warlock when the council resumed.

Merlin countered her look, and nodded imperceptibly to Sir Gwaine. A slow smile spread across the knight's face, and he hit the one, dreaded button that would put an end to this round of shenanigans.

Uther eyed each member of his council, the knights, and then his own son and daughter-in-law with a degree of suspicion, in spite of trying to remain on the subject. He had just opened his mouth to call for suggestions when he was interrupted by the sudden burst of music from that other land.

"Sonofa-!" Kelly hissed. She gingerly declined the phone call and set her phone down onto the table, her face crimson with embarrassment. Damn! Oh, Gwaine was goin' down...

Sir Gwaine lifted his into full view and waved it mockingly, nodding with a huge grin plastered on his face. If looks could kill, he would have already been six feet under. As it was, he struggled to stay upright, laughing hard, a hand pressed to his gut. "Ah, priceless," he crowed, earning a look that promised revenge.

Thus was born the first cellphone ban in history...